In the cloak of a thousand stars’ past,
There dwelled a boy, David, in roles so vast,
Once a humble shepherd, with psalms in the breeze,
In Bethlehem’s pastures, he sought his peace.
Sheep once his, in emerald fields they slept,
His heart with their memories, in silence wept,
Songs of truth, from his lips they once poured,
The poet of yore, as a king, by God adored.
Echoes of a whispered prophecy from night,
A tale of a crown, a king in hindsight,
As dawn touched the memory of days once bright,
David’s royal past was set alight.
His lyre, silent now, once sang a soothing tune,
Star of destiny dimmed, beneath the waning moon,
Among the ghosts of flocks, in the frost-kissed heath,
David, once a shepherd, mourned a lost wreath.
The vision of a city, once vibrant and strong,
A fortress of memories, where now does it belong?
Jerusalem, the jewel of a past overthrown,
The throne where he’d once, alone, shone.
A Philistine giant, he had felled to the ground,
With a shepherd’s faith, a victory profound,
Not by might, not by power, but by spirit divine,
In the vale of Elah, David’s regret now enshrined.
A crown once his, through trials untold,
In caves and deserts, a king’s tale bold,
With every sorrow, every beat of his heart,
David felt his kingly part depart.
David, the shepherd, gazed into the night,
Where stars retold his story, in their solemn light,
A king he’d been, his … Read the rest
